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The bloodbones pulsing red slurry into the river-rot
between jaws of gods, that wallow in purgatory mud
and I remember. “Run, Jack, Run.” How you peeled
my ribcage open like pumpernickel when the Mad
Hatter pulled out an Ace. And a storm was born
in your throat, through the gills of a distant thunder,
stripping the wires from my corpse as I am plucking
feathers from a harp with bloodbones pulsing red
slurry into the river-rot.

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